Chocolates Cakes; Delicious, Coffee Bean

Just realized, when looking through my pictures over the last month, that I have been ingesting an abundance of chocolate desserts. Maybe my stomach was trying to convey to me, via appetite preferences (ie the only way my stomach communicates with me... other than ferocious growling soliloquies during weekday afternoons that I pointedly ignore because no, Stomach, I will not feed you post-lunch and pre-dinner; the Body in which you reside is supposed to be doing work then, not eating at random hours) its gut feeling (pun intended) that Obama was going to become the first black* president of the United States.

Good on you, tummy. To celebrate your fortune telling abilities we shall consume more chocolate! I realize this whole post may sound and seem horribly racist. It's not. Obama won, I'm happy about said win, and also I like chocolate.

Chocolate Banana Cake from Delicious. And it WAS. It was thick and creamy and banana-flavoured and fudgey all at the same time.

Royal Chocolate Cake, Coffee Bean. Light and airy, with unexpected and secret crunchy layer of the chocolate cereal variety. I approve. I like finding textural surprises in my mouth.

* - Biracial, technically. If the dude keeps insisting that he identifies as black, which he does, I will respect his wishes and refer to him as black. But, Mr. President-Elect, I feel compelled to point out anyway that you are biracial. Assuming, of course, that race is even really anything but an arbitrary social construct and remnant of some archaic divide-and-rule alienate-the-Other power play as well as an internal manifestation of the human being's need to collate, collect, group and label ourselves and others for easy identification and simplistic understanding, which I totally think it is.

But I digress. Besides (back to the biracial topic), in order to correctly predict a biracial presidential win, my stomach should have gotten cravings for... what? Oreos? Marble cake? White and dark chocolate layered cake? Bounty chocolate bars? Evidently my cravings have not reached that level of sophistication.

Fresh Cream Fruit Cake; Bakerlyn, Brunei

Strawberries and grapes and kiwis and mangoes and cream, oh my!

This cake is perfection. All angelic creaminess and blooming airiness and melt-in-your-mouth innocuous milky whiteness, punctuated with rainbow bursts of fruit flavour. In my imaginary land where this cake is the world, everything is fresh and everything is beautiful and everything is pure, there are green meadows with blue skies with fluffy clouds in it, and little fleecy lambs are prancing around singing Blake's Songs of Innocence.

I shit you not, I have dreams about this cake.

Umi, please send? Pleasepleasepleaseplease? I have traversed high and low in KL and I haven't found anything close to this cakey gloriousness.

I DO NOT HEART Victoria Beckham

Arrrrggghhhggghhhhhhh she beat me to it! Victoria Beckham is on the cover of Vogue India wearing a wedding sari! Arrrggghghghghh!!!

I'm jealous. I see no evidence of naan or papadums, nor does she look like she's rocking out to bhangra music and hanging with a Bollywood dance posse, but still! The sari and maangtika are gorgeous.

It's very fitting that Deepavali weekend is coming up. Sometimes I totally wish I was Indian.

Root Beer Float; Delicious

One of the many perks of being an adult (almost on par with the Main Perk, which is the beloved Pay Check) is that I can now consume fizzy drinks whenever I choose.

Yes people, it is sadly and shockingly true: I am a product of one of those families that did not (still DOES not, actually) stock fizzy drinks in the refrigerator. And growing up, I was never allowed to order Coke or any carbonated variation thereof whenever we ate out at restaurants. Even though I crave sugar like crack and this craving started when I was still a wee tyke.

As a result of this fizzy drink prohibition, I grew up intensely jealous of people who got to drink Coke and have ice cream floats whenever they wanted. Ice Cream Float Nights became much anticipated and awaited rare celebratory events (wait, you think I'm being hyperbolic? I'm not. We used ice cream floats to toast joyous and special occasions. Like New Year's Eve) whenever my mom DID buy a liter of Coke that was to be shared between four sugar-deprived siblings, none of whom really wanted to share this coveted elixir of joy.

But now I'm an adult and can drink Coke whenever I want! Yes! Independence! Freedom! Fizzy!


And now it is my little brother who laments the fact that he can't drink Coke whenever he wants, forcing him to question the injustice within the parental system. I sympathize, but ultimately: too bad, buddy.

You can look forward to the Freedom of the Fizzy when YOU become an adult and join me in the adult world (please take your time, I like you as a kid). We'll toast your adulthood with a Coke ice cream float.

I Heart Geek(cake)s

I promise I do more at work than troll the internet for pictures of cakes, but the combination of only having ten more days of work to go before I leave for my new job, the slow motion free fall rollercoaster that is the Kuala Lumpur Composite Index, and the impending gloom over the financial markets somehow makes it difficult for me to muster enthusiasm and productivity.

Also I found a photo of a Super Mario wedding cake, and, well, the result of the clicking around that followed that discovery is this collection of cakes that only a nerd would love. Geekcakes! This is for you, gooseypanties.

All three of those cakes are wedding cakes. Umm. Yeah. Good luck with the marriage guys. (I am KIDDING, nerd apologists)

Linux the Penguin

Blue the Apple Cake (I wonder if it IS apple cake! Because that would be so fitting)

OPTIMUS PRIME (at first I was like huh, a fire truck, what's the biggie)

The desktop cake cousin of Abah's laptop, front and back view


And my favourite... Rubik's Cube Cake!

I Heart Halloween (& Cupcake Pops)

Up until about two hours ago I was completely unaware of this thing called cupcake pops. How?! Why?! This is completely unacceptable and a tragedy of a magnitude equal to that of Arsenal losing a Champions League match (ahem or should I say THEORETICAL Arsenal defeat... cause we won 5-2 last night BOOYA yes I just wanted to mention that somehow).

But really, combining cupcakes and lollipops? Which happen to be two of my favourite things in the world (granted, I have a long list of favourite things... but it's because I happen to be easily pleased, not because I'm liberal with my favourite-things label)?! GENIUS. Ms. Bakerella, you are a modern day hero, and officially my new favourite blogger.

Some of her Halloween ingenuity:

My favourite is the Bad Ass Pumpkin third from left... though Anime Pumpkin on the far right is also a looker

Distressed and dismayed Caspers

Superfluous confessions time: masks scare me shitless. Regardless of who wears them. So while these mask cakepops are the cats pyjamas... I wouldn't eat this last batch. They creep me out.

Chocolate Mousse; The Apartment

Still craving chocolate.


And perhaps because it's been raining consistently tropical monsoon style every day for the past few weeks, am now also coming down with a cold. Actually it's either that I'm nursing the beginnings of a cold, or that my new perfume is making me sneeze uncontrollably, triggering emergency nasal mucus production. If it's the latter my nose will just have to soldier through. I smell like a hyperfeminine magical walking rosebush and I love it.

Warm Chocolate Chip Cookie with Hot Fudge Sauce and Vanilla Ice Cream; Bijou, Mont Kiara

Well girls and boys, it is that time of the month where I crave cupcakes and kisses and chocolate and ice cream floats. Okay fine, I crave all this every DAY of the month, but I know when it’s THAT time of the month (does anyone else think that combining uppercase letters and euphemisms is sort of like a schizophrenic literary technique: Pay attention to what I am saying! Wait, don’t pay attention to the fact that I am talking about something gross and unsavoury! But pay attention to the screaming uppercase disguise of this gross thing!) when I suddenly find myself irascibly argumentative and completely intolerant of stupidity, inadequate customer service, and, my personal PMS pet peeve: people who think they know everything when clearly they do not, or if they DO know that thing, then they should realize that I know it too, and how dare they imply that I didn’t know whatever they were pointing out to me, regardless of the fact that they probably thought they were being helpful and harmless by pointing it out? (“Hey Iman, the KLCI is below 900 points.” “YES. I KNOW. PLEASE STOP INFORMING ME OF BASIC KNOWLEDGE TO WHICH I HAVE ACCESS AND INSTEAD DUNK YOUR HEAD IN COFFEE”).

Basically, anyone who either talks slow or thinks slow grates on my nerves like manicured nails on a blackboard right about now. I feel like I need to quarantine myself from people with an IQ below a certain level. I am so mean. It's completely irrational. Most of the time I am a warm, bright ray of sunshine. Right now I am a ray of blinding sarcasm and razor-sharp-will-make-you-bleed contention.


Chocolate makes me feel better though... so I am posting this picture of dessert that was the SHIZZLE. All my favourite things--Haagen Dazs ice cream (albeit vanilla), warm chocolate fudge, chocolate chip cookies, cappuccinos-- literally served on a platter and ready to be ingested so they could come together in a hari-raya-fireworks-type explosion of the chocolate variety in my mouth. THE SHIZZLE.

I Heart (iPhone) Cupcakes

THE DEFINITION OF CUTE:

I miss Hermes the iPhone. How come no one's ever come up with a cake inspired by the BlackBerry? Severe marketing flaw, guys. You're losing out to the iPhone in the cutestakes.


From daniellebilton.com

Chocolate Fudge Cake; The Daily Grind

Because I've been neglecting my poor little pink blogspot baby for too long, I now have a backlog of photos to post and a yawning hole in the part of my brain that retains restaurant and food information. Hari Raya, Brunei, my family, a global financial meltdown and a goose have been preoccupying me of late. Also since I sold Hermes the iPhone (I miss you intensely but sadly our very touching relationship--see what I did there?!--was just not meant to be) I've been dependent on other people's cameras, which makes picture taking both inconvenient and inconsistent.

Yes, yes, excuses are for wimps and the faint-hearted. But you know what's NOT for the faint-hearted (unsuccessful segue but hey YOU try it)? Giant slices of chocolate fudge cake.

I loveeee monster cakes that figuratively attempt to devour you at the same time that you are literally attempting devour them; I loveeee the challenge. Also please be mollified by this peace offering; I really am trying to update more.